SCENE III.
The Plains of Philippi.
Another Part of the Field.
[Alarums.]
Enter Flavius, Titinius, Servius, Standards, S. P.
Q. R.—Silver Eagles,—Lictors,—and Guards.
Fla.
Run, ho!—Tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en.
Ser.
Here comes the general.
[Flourish of Trumpets.]
Enter Antony, Clitus, Strato, Standards, S. P.
Q. R.—Golden Eagles,—Lictors,—and Guards.
Fla.
Brutus is ta'en, my lord,—Brutus is ta'en.
Ant.
Where is he?
Tit.
Safe, Antony; Brutus is safe enough:
I dare assure thee that no enemy
Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus:
The gods defend him from so great a shame!
When you do find him, or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.
Ant.
Keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness: I had rather have
Such men my friends, than enemies.
This is not Brutus, sirs; but, I assure you,
A prize well worth a soldier's arm.—Go on,
And see whe'r Brutus be alive, or dead:
And bring us word, unto Octavius' tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.
[Flourish of Trumpets.]
Exeunt Servius and Flavius,—Antony, Titinius, Clitus, Strato, &c.
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John Philip Kemble [1814], Shakspeare's Julius Cæsar, a tragedy; adapted to the stage by J. P. Kemble; and now published as it is performed at the Theatres-Royal (Printed for John Miller [etc.], London) [word count] [S30800].
